Maybe Now Is The Time?

Maybe now is the time

to give yourself time

to crouch behind the hillock

until the wind forgets your name.

Endure what you can

as the scouring pad of despair

scrapes the mind’s soft interior,

paring your dreams

to dust,

to near-nothing.

This is when and precisely why

you must remain hopeful.

Why your quiet resolve

must resist

the slow, exacting erosion.

Here,

smiles and small generosities

become acts of quiet defiance,

sparks that thaw the frost

in you and those who stand near.

Then,

you may find yourself

in a new landscape of possibility:

your feet, finally rooted,

your head resting lightly

on a rainbow woven

from impulse and intention.

There,

you will breathe inspiration

and your soul,

delicately,

will be tattooed with beginnings.

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Original: Maybe now is the time, to give yourself time. Crouch low behind the hillock until the wind’s teeth stop biting. Endure what you can while the scouring pad of despair scrapes the inside your mind away, paring and grinding your dreams into dust and eventual nothingness.This is why and when you must stay hopeful; why and when your resolution must resist the forces of abrasion. When and why smiles and generosity will cause positivity in you and those around you, and you will find yourself in a fresh fantasy where your feet are securely rooted and your head is pillowed upon a rainbow of intention and impulse. It’s there you will breathe inspiration and your soul will be tattooed with beginnings.